Locals gathered on the bench outside
the only store to watch another dry Terlingua day fade down. You
bought your beer inside, took your seat, and let the scraggy south
Texas desert set the pace.
An old man who'd been there for hours,
maybe years, began telling tales. As a pretty young mother with
blonde hair and warm skin walked by, he said,
"Her name's Summer. When she was
younger she was really something. One day she had on short shorts and
a tight top and my buddy said, I wish I was 20 again. I told him, You
wish you was 20 again? Shit, I wish I was 60 again!"
Down the bench, on the other side of my
brother and me, a skinny guy in jeans shorts, a dusty white t-shirt,
and Coke bottle glasses, leaned forward. "I wish I was 60
again?" he cackled. "You old fuckin goat!"
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